i cried the other night, i can't even say why

now this is a confession.  because i haven't even told anyone.  but it did happen.  i think the moment just caught up with me.  it's wrong i know.  but i couldn't help it at that particular time.  sunday night. i felt the solitude creep right under my skin and eat me.  that everyone-else-is-hooking-up-but-not-me shtick.  that sick notion that i'm not relationship material.  it's old, i know, but heck, it was just there.  so i gave in.  but now i'm back to normal. i think.  no more longing, no more wondering. maybe i just needed to go there so i could come back again.  just to see if i was still capable of feeling something. 

 

anything.